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Dwight and Jim drank a little bit after they ate their desserts, and yes, they were a little out of themselves, watching the game on TV. Jim had explained that he only called Dwight so he could get rid of Cathy and, with an innocent expression, he thanked for his help. Dwight gave him a look of disbelief, complaining about how he had wasted his time for nothing.
“I can’t believe you, Jim. You used me to save your own ass. Did you know that these plagues are a serious hazard? Fool.”
Jim smiled as he observed the older man from the corner of his eyes. He knew Dwight was only being the jerk he has always been. A reputation had to be preserved, after all. Jim took a sip from his beer.
“Come on, Dwight, you don’t have to pretend. We both know you love me.”
“Uh, no?! Fact: I’m pretty much heterosexual, thank you. Besides, it would be embarrassing for anyone to be attracted to you, Jim Halpert.”
“I didn’t say attracted.” Jim gave him a devilish gaze, which Dwight responded with an eye roll.
Jim kept looking at Dwight, even though he was distant in his thoughts. The older man was feeling discomfort from that infinite gaze that wouldn’t leave his face. Jim looked really drunk and, if he dared to say, much like a teenager in love.
“Perhaps I should go. It is late.” Dwight said while standing up quickly.
“Wait, Dwight!” Jim tried to catch his co-worker as he left the bed, but ended up with his face on the mattress that, unfortunately, wasn’t that soft. “Ow.”
“You look pathetic, Halpert.” Dwight headed towards the door. “Is there something else you wish to discuss?”
“Yeah, sure!” Jim now was trying to sit back to where he was.
Dwight stared, waiting for Jim to continue.
“Uh-- I mean... Just come here, I don’t wanna be drunk and alone, it’s so depressing.”
“Your life is depressing, Jim. But fine. I’ll stay.”
Jim had a wide drunk smile on his burning face. Alcohol made Jim get very blushy. It was cute, Dwight thought within the deepests corners of his mind that even Dwight himself wasn’t aware about.
Jim handed Dwight a bottle of beer. He took it and tinkled their bottles. Dwight
wondered if his enemy really enjoyed his company. Well, guess it’s not that bad. They cheered at the player’s scores, just like old friends.
Jim was looking at Dwight again. He made a gesture that suggested him to come closer, so he could lie on his shoulder. Dwight did it, hesitantly, but he didn't care that much after there was alcohol running in his bloodstream. Also, he felt tired. Drunk Jim smiled at himself. He couldn’t help it. That was a scenario that he never thought possible. To have Dwight like that, comfy, warm, laid on his enemy’s shoulder… It sure seemed impossible.
They stood there, quietly for a while. Their team was about to make a score when the TV turned off so as all the other lights.
“Ahh, shut up!” Jim yelled at the TV.
“Don’t panic!” Dwight was up and with a flashlight, that he had hidden in god knows where, in a blink of an eye. "The beasts smell fear." He pointed the flashlight to his own face for a second, which made Jim laugh.
“I could have nightmares with that image. Perfect horror movie.”
“Don’t be silly, Jim. Horror movies are only good when they have vampires, demons, werewolves or at least your ugly face to make it truly scary.”
Dwight crawled back to bed. No TV, still no light. That would be a dull night.
“Hey, Dwight. We should play some game.” Jim suggested, already bored. They had been without light for three minutes.
“No.”
“Alright then…” he snorted. Only their breathings breaking the silence.
Jim took his shirt off and threw it to the ground.
“What are you doing?” Dwight had a repulsive expression that Jim couldn’t see, but he could tell from the tone of his voice.
“It’s dark, Dwight, whatever. It’s hot and I wanna sleep.” Drunk Jim didn’t give a shit.
“I don’t care if you want to sleep and I don’t care if your face melts. You’re disgusting.”
“I’m not disgusting,” Jim sounded upset. “you are disgusting.”
“Just put your shirt on, freak. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but it won’t work. I am not easily manipulated.”
“Oh no, you caught me.” Jim said ironically.
“You should know by now that I’m not attracted to men.” Dwight said as if Jim was the most stupid person on earth.
“You seem very uncomfortable for someone who isn’t attracted to men.” Jim insinuated.
“I am not uncomfortable!” Dwight laughed as it was obvious.
“Oh, you’re not? Then you won’t mind if I do this…” Jim started unzipping his pant.
“No-- don’t… Don’t do that.”
“Too late.” Jim put his arms behind his head and crossed his legs in a very seductive way. Ironically, though. “Ah, it feels so good to be free.”
“It. Won’t. Work.”
“Who are you trying to convince? Sure isn’t me.”
“Okay, whatever.” Dwight was very far from Jim on the bed. “I’ll just ignore your existence.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because if you do…” Jim crawled in Dwight’s direction. “I’ll have to prove my existence.” He whispered in Dwight’s ear. Jim was just trying to mess with Dwight, and it was working.
Right when Jim was almost on top of Dwight - he wouldn’t cross that line, of course -, the lights got back. Dwight gazed at Jim’s body, open-mouthed.
“Oh…” Jim moved away from Dwight, disconcerted. He didn’t see that coming.
“I think my eyeballs are on fire.” Dwight said still petrified and traumatized.
Things got really weird between them. Turns out Jim didn't have that much courage like when he’s in the dark. They just sat there, not making a single noise, nor looking at each other, only staring at the wall in front of them.
“Uh…” Jim started after a long time.
“Just… forget this.” Dwight interrupted.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t actually want to seduce you.”
“What?! I was not seduced!” Dwight finally looked at Jim again, but then he saw that half-naked body sitting right next to him, so he was fast to look away one more time.
Jim smiled to himself. At least, he got Dwight to be very embarrassed. Success! He noticed that Dwight was again looking at him, but this time, analysing, while licking his lower lip.
“Wait…” Jim had seen enough to make his own conclusions. “You’re not literally…”
“Hm?” Dwight’s eyes that were on Jim’s waist, rose to his face. “Oh, no. No.”
“You are! Oh my god!” Jim laughed, astonished. Dwight just looked down and stood up, intending to leave the room in large and fast steps. “Dwight wait,” Jim ran after him and blocked his way out. “Look, I’m sorry.” He looked Dwight in the eyes and could tell that he was disturbed. “Don’t be mad, okay? I’m really sorry. I don't doubt your straightness. Look, why don’t you stay until the game ends, huh?”
The mere thought of he and Jim together made Dwight sick. Dwight was silent. Very silent. He just accepted, emotionless. Jim started feeling really bad about it.
Dwight paused, pondering if he was prepared to give up his pride to speak his mind. “I better go, Jim. I really better go.” He stepped back.
“Dwight, come on…” Jim felt regret and remorse. He touched Dwight’s shoulder, but Dwight quickly pushed away his hand. “Okay, fine. I don’t know what else to do.”
“Jim! I--” He shouted and took a second to calm down. “My emotions are confusing, I can’t stay and do something we would both regret.”
“Oh.” Jim lost his breath for a second. Did Dwight think they were going to have sex? “Okay.”
For a few seconds of silence, they only stared at each other. Then Dwight opened the door abruptly and left. Jim leaned on the wall for support and let go of the breath he didn’t even know he was holding up. He was being consumed by the shock he just had, but mostly by guilt.
A few minutes passed and Jim was sitting on the floor after he slid down the wall. It was very quiet, until the door was unexpectedly opened. It was Dwight. He never walked past the corridor.
“Dwight?” Jim was stunned, even more when he realised that Dwight was walking really fast towards him and weren’t going to stop. It was all very abrupt when Dwight kneeled in front of Jim and held his head while kissing him desperately. Both their hearts were running fast enough to explode. Jim didn’t kiss back, so Dwight broke the kiss. They kept staring at each other's mouths, struggling to keep a stable breath, wondering what the fuck was going on. Dwight was careless while he ran to kiss Jim, but when he broke it, he felt immediate remorse.
Jim was trying to think on something to say, but he was just too frozen. Dwight looked up to meet Jim’s eyes and so did Jim. No words needed. Dwight kissed him again with rage, his blood boiling inside his veins. It was already done, Dwight thought, there’s no coming back, he had to go on. Jim started to react, slowly kissing Dwight back. Too slow. But he was so unsure… Dwight tried to force a rhythm so Jim would engage with the act, and it worked. Jim soon enough was kissing his co-worker as desperately as Dwight did as he felt his hair being pulled strongly. Their tongues were dancing so as their bodies, hands trying to grab everything they could, all at once.
“Wait…” Jim pushed Dwight away just so he could recover his breath. “What are we doing? Dwight, what are we doing?” His talk sounded like a whisper for the lack of air in his lungs.
“Think later.” Dwight came close to Jim’s lips so he would take them willingly, which would made him surrender and shut up, Dwight hoped. Jim pondered for a couple seconds, but then he violently kissed the lips in front of him.
It was intense, turbulent. Jim let himself be led by a wild, brutal Dwight. It felt so good at the moment, but what would they do from the next day on? Jim’s reasonable side wanted to stop many times, but his curious side was stronger. He couldn’t recognize himself anymore, Jim would never be attracted to Dwight, right? All that earlier, was supposed to be a joke, and look how it turned out. A boner. A hurtful one, a necessity to be touched.
Dwight reached Jim’s neck, sucking his skin, playing with his tongue, tasting his flavor. Jim mouth was free to moan it all out, music for the listening ears. He was so close to Dwight, but still not close enough. All that kissing and touching, but still not too intimate. Dwight knew it was tortuous, that’s why he avoided what Jim most wanted. Let it hurt.
Jim wanted Dwight’s clothes off so bad, but he wouldn’t stop kissing and biting and grabbing. “Dwight…” It sounded like a moan, but he was trying to get his attention. “Please.”
Dwight smirked and took off his shirt. The pause gave him the opportunity to see Jim’s messy hair, his red lips and neck, his lustful eyes. So fucking hot. Jim was pulled into a kiss, so he touched Dwight’s bare chest, and it felt amazing. They were slowly getting more intimate, and Jim was already all wet, so he didn’t think he could last until the next level.
“Please…” Jim moaned.
“I couldn’t hear you.” Dwight teased, whispering in Jim’s ear. Jim knew he heard him. He was being asked to humiliate himself, and Jim wouldn’t do that… If he weren’t so desperate.
“Please, Dwight... Please.” Dwight pulled his hair, so Jim would look him in the eyes. His half-open lips were wet and inviting, his cheeks were red, his eyes were begging. “...Please…” He said slowly like someone crying for mercy, crying to spare their life.
“Good boy.” He crawled his finger very softly against Jim’s erection over his underwear, which made him groan in agony. “What do you want?” Jim only moaned, so Dwight put his hand under Jim’s underwear. “Say it.”
“I--” It was hard. (That’s what she said.)
“Say. It.” Dwight whispered and bit Jim’s ear.
"I want- ah…" Jim couldn't help it. He was shy to say it, and his moans didn’t help. "I want…"
"Shh…" Dwight covered Jim's mouth with his hand. Jim tried to complain, but Dwight really seemed to hear something. "Someone is knocking."
They looked at each other, not quite certain of what to do. Again, knocks.
"Dwight, are you in there?" Fuck. It was Nellie.
"No…" He answered. He could blame it on his nerves, but his brain was also dead inside.
"Can we talk?" She asked.
"Not right now. I'm busy." He looked at Jim and smirked, that's what he had been busy with. He then started moving his hand, fingertips softly against his erection. Jim was trying too hard to be silent.
"No, you're not." She said impatiently. "Why did you even gave me your room number if you weren't going to let me in?"
"Your room number?" Jim whispered. That was Jim's room.
"Shhh!"
"Who's with you? Is that Jim?"
"No." Dwight answered.
"Jim, will you tell Dwight to please come talk to me?"
"He will not…" Dwight started, then Jim looked at him with an expression that could be read as 'are you fucking brainless?'. "...Because he's not here."
"Alright, I'm coming in."
Jim and Dwight exchanged confused looks. As far as they knew, she didn't have the key. But then they heard the key.
"Fuck-- go to the bathroom." Dwight whispered, throwing Jim's clothes at him. He was fortunately quick to hide.
She opened the door. Dwight was standing in the middle of the room, shirtless.
"My god Dwight, what is this thing in your pants?" She looked away.
"I told you I was busy."
"Where's Jim?" She asked, still disgusted.
"He's in the bathroom. Constipation. It's been like that all day." Jim rolled his eyes when he heard that.
"Ugh, look, I'm sorry this was a mistake." She walked away.
"How do you have the key to this room?!" Dwight screamed as she disappeared in the corridor, but she didn't answer. He frowned his eyebrows.
He closed the door at the same time Jim walked out of the bathroom. "Is she gone?" He asked.
"Yes." Dwight was uncomfortable with the situation that they ended up with. And the climate was ruined, even though they still had their boners, it was just too awkward.
"Uh… so…" Awkward. "Do you mind if I sleep? I'm really tired from all the drinking…" Jim asked, already going to bed.
"It depends. Can I sleep here?"
Jim smiled. "Get over here." He tapped the bed.
Dwight lied down and closed his eyes right away, but Jim still observed him for a minute. Then, he closed his eyes as well. It was quick for him to fall asleep, but Dwight was still awake, all that happened spinning and running through his mind over and over. He only opened his eyes again when Jim began to snore peacefully, his mouth wide open, and still he looked like an angel. Dwight studied Jim's face, remembering he sits next to him everyday. Desperation started to grow inside of him, he regretted every move he made but still… he wanted to do more. It was so wrong wanting Jim like that. Maybe that's what made it so pleasant, so risked, so tempting. Dwight couldn't sleep much that night. He left at sunrise.
Jim woke up alone with the feeling that something was missing. We looked at the empty side of the bed, where Dwight once laid. The memories returned to him all at the same time, making his heartbeat rise uncontrollably. Just thinking of what he did last night made him nauseous and, at the same time, aroused. He was in denial, how could he do something like this? And with Dwight? Of all people, Dwight?! Jim wished to disappear, change his name, move to another country. He was supposed to hate Dwight, damn it! Everything Dwight did annoyed him, they were always fighting and pranking each other. How could he even look at his face without feeling humiliated now?
Jim's head was disturbed enough and then, to make it better, someone knocked on his door. He froze, it could be Dwight. He had no idea on how he would act near him and whenever it crossed his mind, he panicked.
Knocks, again. Jim stood up very slowly and walked towards the door on his tiptoes. He was facing the door, so he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened the door.
"Hi, Jim." It was Dwight. Jim's heart almost crossed his chest. He got paralyzed, looking at Dwight, not knowing what to say.
"Hi…" He tried to say, but his voice didn't come out.
"We need to go to Nellie's meeting." Dwight looked down.
"Oh." Jim was expecting that Dwight would talk about what happened between them. The tension was killing him. "Right. I'll… I'll be right there." Then he closed the door, even though Dwight was still in front of it.
Dwight stared at the door. That's it, then. They were just going to ignore it and pretend that never happened, like a silent contract. He only hoped that the tension between him and Jim would eventually fade away. It was hard to ignore their thoughts, though. Dwight wasn't proud of thinking of Jim while he touched himself, but he just couldn't help. After finishing, the embarrassment would take control of his mind every time, making he feel awful about himself.
If that was supposed to destroy Dwight, Jim had won the battle.